pulse pound blood found capillary / touch sound here now adversary / battle grounds sample Hail Marys / shotgun end zone legendary // crash kill mercenary bury / six feet scary solitary / tweak speak high peaks visionary / unwary peace repeats rarely // exceptional luminary / acceptable literary / delectable culinary / intentional cemetery // impressionable head carries / unconventional thoughts barely / crossing waters choppy ferried / between mountains rocky varied //

Goin' through some stuff
Got people prayin' for me
Maybe it helps
This very day I could be
Feelin' a bit better
Feeling quite free
Where do these thoughts go
Better yet where do they come from
How can they go
fast to slow
And make me come so undone
Well its back to the drawing board
3 2 and 1
Could these pills
Become My vice
or just a unofficial plus one
To the prom in the prime of my life
Graduate to a healthy man
And toss my cap in the air
With a gown still on
Like i forgot what to wear
So this will have to do
And make the best of it
Start on the right shoe
And take the deficit
As loss incurred
Get a grip and swallow it
But There’s two sides
To every banana split
Cause when your done
You aint feelin it



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Feel it beat
Heart in me
Feel the beat
On repeat
Inspire fire
divine inside
Chest fulla heat
breathe between
Words inspired
To make it higher
Mic to wire
Plug desire
In stereo to find
Fine design
Skeletons
On my mind

taking cues social casually / shaking news vocal maladies / breaking through hopeful casualty / murder death formalities / the actuality doesn't / succumb to desires running / to get past the numb height summit / undone mind weighs a ton plummet // humdrum conundrums ten dozen / think somethings there when it wasn't / the fall creating concussions / applaud debating discussions // this is all set to percussion / tied together in post production / everything that I'm becoming / is spontaneous combustion.


Found where I am
To be my medicine
I am what I found
Through medal in
in affairs foreign
To My next of kin
Break the chain
Shackling
generations
Of blind faith
And blinding ways
Can't walk straight
Or find your way
home
But alas I did
Through breath from trees
And creating kid
Now ocean taste
Washes my face
Left rat race
To make new place
Out Of old tastes
haunts old in case
You forgot golden days
Gumboots on
no shoe lace
swim suits in case
You find a good spot
To jump in like bathe